It must have taken me a moment or two to recover, but finally introduced myself. I told him we lived upstairs and that I had come down to say hello. T...hen I asked if his wife was home. I was barely able to maintain eye contact, glancing down at his small waist. I could not help but imagine him on top of me. I am sure he knew what I was thinking. He smiled broadly and told me that his wife was the one in the Army, already gone to work, and that he had not gotten a job yet. While he talked, I saw. Like her, Bob protected his identity, and he had gone so far as to never post even an edited photo of himself. That had just changed. Rebecca’s thighs clamped together as her sex tingled and her nipples stiffened to turgid points. The picture stopped at his neck, but didn’t hide much else. He had no shirt on, revealing a lean, muscular torso. A sparse triangle of hair decorated his chest, while a thin trail on his belly pointed lower. It was where that arrow pointed that had sent her into a. He was 13, about a year older than me. Boo!! I turned around and stared at him. Jeez Dave, you know i hate it when people do that. I kept walking, and he followed behind me. Remember what sex is, right Zoe? I looked at him like he was crazy, then whispered loud and angrly, Were not supposed to talk about that idiot, then walked away as fast as i could. He cought up to me then grabbed my arm and yanked me around so i was facing him. Well, he licked his lips and looked me straight in the eye, I. She said she didn’t remember but I knew that was a lie. She wasn’t THAT drunk. I reminded her about asking if I would like to see her with the waitress. She giggled. Then I asked her how she knew about fucking doggy style. She said she didn’t know. Then I asked if she remembered how much she enjoyed it. Again she giggled. “You got me drunk didn’t you” she said suddenly. I laughed and she pretended to punch me.She had on the other dress she bought, which caused quite a stir at breakfast. I.